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Who: The Doctor, everyone!
Where:Around the science center
What: Ghosts!
When: Day 127

It had been a couple days since it started, but the Doctor had been noticing with their new home came new friends. Or really, old friends. Friends he recalled being dead, and it only reminded him he wasn't able to do anything about it.

It brought back a panic he hadn't felt since being returned from the scientists with an unstable mind. At first, he thought those wounds were reopened as he woke the first day hearing voices from Time Lords past he hadn't heard in a long, long time, only as the day turned into the next, he saw others' minds were just as unsettled and saw what seemed like projections from their own pasts.

Crouched down under a cabinet attempting to fix an annoying leaking faucet, a young Adric chirped happily away next to him about theories of a problem the Doctor had once presented to him. The Doctor was thankful to have his face hidden as an ache in his throat lingered and ridiculous amount of guilt ate away at his hearts.

"Adric," The Doctor finally spoke, "Go find Tegan for me, will you?" He waited a while after the sink was fixed before popping out and glad to find the boy missing.

Washing his hands and splashing cold water on his face, the Doctor took it upon himself to go for a walk.

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Oh. OH! That was... Donna really wasn't expecting that. One minute they were exploring like the good old days and the next the Doctor was puking up all other the place. Come to think of it, Donna struggled to think of a single time the Doctor had been sick. Had she ever seen him vomit before? Her memory was a little fuzzy at best, but she can't recall a time off the top of her head - detoxing, sure, but actual puke? Not so much.

"Okay, that's not good. Come on, Spaceman!" She rested a hand on the small of his back, rubbing. "Deep breaths. Uh... back away from the vomit and sit with your head between your legs!"

He's pulled away from the door, but they only moved back into the hallway and he sat on the opposite side, back against the wall. His eyes were fixed widely looking at the open door before them, in an expression of surprise or shock.

"I'm sorry. I..." What? How could he say it? That was where he was drugged, possibly tortured, and had his mind broken into?

His chest still heaved with his hearts racing, but he could only stare inside.

Donna pulled the door half closed before moving to kneel in front of the Doctor. Luckily he didn't have to explain anything. Donna recognised it as the room Chuck had shown on the video and it was kind of easy to put two and two together.

Probably a good thing too, since finding the words for something like that was never easy.

"It's just a room now." She rubbed his arm lightly. Last thing she needed was for his panic attack to trigger a double heart-attack or something. She wasn't even sure if that was medically possible. Her knowledge of Time Lord health wasn't vast, then again her human medical knowledge mostly cam from doctor-related TV shows like Holby City. "No mad scientists in there. Just four walls."

"Just four walls..." He repeated her words before running a hand through his hair and forcing himself to take a large inhale, hold it, then finally release it.

He sits there for a while, leaning his head back against the wall and closes his eyes for a moment. Finally, he speaks, "That's where they had me.... I was strapped down in there on the table." He wished he didn't remember it, but he did.

"Shh. You don't need to talk about it, Spaceman. Unless you want to. In which case talk all you want. They broke you but you bounced back, you survived. And you know why? Because you're flippin' brilliant, that's why."

Donna truly believed that too. If there was one person in the universe she believed in, it was a the Doctor.

"I'd rather not." He runs his hands through his hair one last time with an inhale before finally rising to his feet.

"Maybe a cuppa would work better for this situation." He suddenly had lost all interest in investigating. However, that won't stop him yet. He'll continue onwards soon enough.

"Best idea you've had all day! Come on, Skinny Boy, let's go make some tea!" They could explore afterwards, once they had been properly refuelled by tea and the Doctor had recovered from his traumatic experience.

"Makes you wonder where the scientists have gone though, doesn't it?"

"It does..." It was unsettling, or they've all been lured to a trap. So many didn't make it out of the tunnels and the Doctor wondered what had happened to them.

But now wasn't the time to be all mopey and depressed. Answers would come soon enough.

Tea first. Answers later. Well, hopefully. This place wasn't exactly forthcoming with answers and explanations. But with the Doctor and Donna poking around no secret stood a chance.

"You're not going all Oncoming Emo on me, are you?"

He rolled his eyes at her reply, "C'mon, Donna." He felt bad for leaving the mess on the ground for someone else to clean up, but what other choice did he have?

They found the kitchen and despite it being a mess, the Doctor overlooked it. "Is there a kettle somewhere?"

Donna searched around until she found the kettle and plugged it in. "Got it!"

While she was waiting for the water to boil - a watched kettle never boils, as her old Nan used to say - she searched for the tea. "So, proper Earth tea or weird probably alien tea?"

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